“So, you are a little cock whore aren’t you?” he said. I continued stroking and lollipopping his cock until the cascade subsided. Okxxx “Yes” he sighed as he rubbed his thickening member. I was in between girlfriends at the time, or so I thought. It was at that moment I began to withdraw him from my mouth, while stroking his cock, he released, at first erupting, then spasming ropes of jism on my lips. As teenagers we weren’t permitted to drink alcohol, unless by special occasion. Soon my curiosity grew to obsession and I was now on a new mission. My father had since passed when I was eleven,but that is part of a different story.
